Cheating on sleep

All along sleep awaits my return. Each day the wait feels longer. Sleep knows not what time means to itself. While we are there it lengthens our stay through dreams, entertaining us with pieces of what we have lived through, reshaping them into the unexpected narratives of our unconscious. In this way we communicate with sleep through dreams. By ignoring them we ignore that relationship, the trust that we have built throughout our entire life, severing the thread that connects us to what we need.

exercise in perception

sharing sleep

... The way she turned the corners of speech, disappearing into a dialogue that nobody could comprehend. She was consumed by the sleeplessness that she encountered within her dreams. Awaking in between late afternoon cat naps, dosing back into the paused realities of her unconscious. Dreams dubbed in a child's voice, whispering in the language of sunsets and car crashes. The noise that she hears when she wakes up. Somewhere close to her unopened eyes, the soft breathing of a familiar sleep.

just a voice

Our words wrapped in somebody else's voice, letters leaning into the next, falling towards its unfound meaning. Careless and unattended, a voice dismembered from its mind; an anxious separation, like names whispered in sleep.

...

Just a voice, like wind passing through a ghost town, gently brushing against the neural circuitry of his mind; and memories, like branches extended and curling at the inner concave of his unconsciously surrendered dreams.

revisiting magnetic poetry

time

And then there is the problem of time. But only of time in the abstract sense, a time that is neither passing nor present, a time that cannot be defined, yet somehow still looms between them--perhaps the only thing that really keeps them apart.